Chapter 934: Happy Breath

"You hit him! Boris! He's not dead yet, hurry up and shoot again!"

At this time, Alexei, who was useful, reminded his companions loudly that the enemy was not dead and to shoot again quickly, but surprisingly, Boris raised his head and looked at the street downstairs. After confirming something important, he turned the muzzle of the gun and began to search for the next high-value target.

"Why don't you kill him? Boris, he's still alive, twisting on the ground like a maggot, look."

"That's enough"

Boris answered calmly, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

"Enough? What do you mean?"

After scanning the battlefield with the 5x optical sight mounted on the gun, no high-value targets were found. Boris pointed the muzzle of the gun at the sky and stopped fighting directly.

Under Alexei's surprised and puzzled eyes, he leaned against the corner of the rooftop, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one of them, put it in his mouth and lit it, and began to smoke as if ignoring the whole world.

"The battle is over. The remaining ones are all German soldiers. There is nothing worth killing. Our mission is completed."

"The battle is over? But isn't it still fighting?"

Boris, holding a cigarette in his hand, gently poked his index finger at the ground, obviously indicating Alexei to look at the street directly below.

"The tanks have already started, and the remnants of the German soldiers are dead. You can even ask a German prisoner to clean your shoes later. He will be very happy to do so."

After Boris's reminder, Alexei looked downstairs and saw that the heavy tanks that were originally used as fixed turrets had slowly started to move.

The tank's main gun had stopped firing, but the coaxial machine gun was firing continuously, as if it was giving a warning rather than destroying the enemy. The Red Army soldiers following the tank also fired at the enemy one shot at a time, and the situation was obviously very different from before.

When his vision subconsciously swept to the other side, the young Alexi instantly understood what was going on in front of him that he couldn't understand.

The German bodies lying in a mess almost filling the crossroads told the heavy casualties with silent pictures. The few surviving German soldiers who were still hiding behind the wreckage or corpses no longer had the courage to show their heads and fire, let alone run away. They just kept lying on the ground or hiding behind the wreckage, pretending to be grandsons and not daring to come out.

Other brave German soldiers directly put down their weapons, raised their hands above their heads and saluted in French style and walked out of the bunker.

The oncoming bullets were not fired at the German soldiers who had raised their hands to surrender, but at the German soldiers who were hiding and still wavering. The crackling sound of bullets hitting the steel plates and the ground sounded particularly scary, not to mention the sparks flying everywhere, which added a touch of fear to such a scene.

Very quickly, almost visible to the naked eye.

The German soldiers who were either lucky or hesitant were finally forced out from behind the bunkers by the constant intimidation and threats.

All the surviving German soldiers had basically all joined the surrender queue, and the ferocious heavy tanks that drove in front of these German soldiers finally stopped slowly.

The accompanying Red Army soldiers used their weapons in their hands to keep a high degree of vigilance against these German soldiers who had raised their hands to surrender.

The turret cover of the IS1 heavy tank in the front was opened from the inside out first, and then a man wearing a tank cap leaned out of the turret, like a gangster who had just conquered a piece of territory with his brothers, and scanned the new territory within his sight.

Then he shifted his sight to the German soldiers who raised their hands to surrender in front of the car, and after a brief inspection, he spoke quietly.

"The most senior officer, come out and speak."

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"Don't you understand? I'll let the most senior officer come out and speak."

Malachenko was sure that his German level was not so good that these German soldiers couldn't understand him. He raised his voice and asked loudly, which echoed over the battlefield that had calmed down and gradually cooled down, making some confused German soldiers look at each other and bewildered.

Seeing that his question was not answered, Malashenko was wondering whether he had to kill two people to establish his authority so that these Germans would not ignore him. Suddenly, the German prisoners who were standing in a few sparse rows in front of him made way for a passage, and a German soldier who was supported by someone and limped with his right hand covering his buttocks came into view.

"I am the highest-ranking officer here, and I am the one you are looking for, Mr. Officer."

Malashenko glanced at the rank on the other's uniform: a captain who looked very ordinary.

Recalling the fierce momentum of the German attack just now, and looking at the German corpses and armored vehicle wreckage lying all over the ground at the intersection in front of him, Malashenko, who always felt that this matter was not very reliable, asked again.

"Who has a higher rank?"

A simple question was full of puns, hints and deep meanings. The German captain, who was not a fool, was slightly stunned when he heard it, and quickly realized what the Russian officer on the tank turret in front of him was pointing at.

"In the pit over there, Major Schmeisser, Alfred Schmeisser."

"But he is now a corpse, with only half of his head left, shot dead by your sniper, and of course, my butt"

"Since we put down our weapons and surrendered, please give us the most basic treatment, Mr. Officer. Please send a medic to treat my wound. If it gets infected, I may only have half of my butt left."

Puff——

Malachenko has seen many kinds of German prisoners, but this is the first time he has seen such a funny idiot who is still in the mood to joke after being captured.

Malachenko, who couldn't help laughing for a while, didn't intend to bully the surrendered German soldiers too much, and then waved his hand and gave orders to Captain Varosha who had already led his men downstairs quickly.

"Arrange some soldiers to deal with it, Comrade Valosha."

"Also find a medical soldier to come and treat the German captain's buttocks, otherwise he can only use half of his buttocks to shit for the rest of his life."

The black-bellied Malashenko deliberately said the last sentence twice in both Soviet and German languages, so that all the Soviet and German soldiers present could understand it.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

The German captain, who was laughed at by the Red Army soldiers holding weapons against him, felt that countless pairs of eyes were staring at him and mocking him, and was ashamed and angry. He really wanted to find a bomb crater to throw himself into and be ashamed to see people, but to be honest, his buttocks were really getting more and more painful.

Malashenko, who was grinning and laughing softly, and the Red Army soldiers who were laughing loudly, were completely different scenes, as if even the red air around him was filled with a happy atmosphere.